“But my father also believed that truth delayed becomes truth weaponized. He hated secrets that fed on silence. And he was very clear with his attorney about what he wanted read in public, in front of witnesses.”
Grant made a sound then, a half-choked, half-angry noise.
“Natalie, don’t,” he said.
That was when I knew, finally and absolutely, that whatever came next was going to hurt him more than the affair had hurt me.
I looked at him over the podium and felt something inside me settle into place. Not peace. Not yet. But shape. Structure. A spine where there had been collapse.
“Would you like to know what it says, Grant?” I asked.
His face lost what little color it had left.
Mr. Blackwood took one step into the aisle, opened the folder in his hands, and nodded at me.
That was when Becca let go of Grant’s hand.
And that was when I realized she didn’t know the real reason he’d brought her there at all.
Part 3
I had always thought revenge would feel hot.